A Civilization Gone with the Wind

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is owned by Disney. If I were in charge of Disney, I would have lots of money, and no time to write this. Gone with the Wind is owned by Margaret Mitchell. If I were Margaret Mitchell, I would be dead.

I Don't Give a Damn

Jack looked down into his glass, still half full of rum. He didn't know whether he should drink it or no. I didn't seem to be helping at all. He had gotten through three glasses already, and still the thoughts of the mutiny, the thing he was trying hardest to forget, kept spinning dizzily around and around in his mind. The problem was, he couldn't summon the energy to care about it. He remembered the mutiny, and knew that it should hurt, but he couldn't remember why. It was the first time he failed to care about life.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," said a lazy drawl.

Jack turned around. Scarlett, one of his old Tortugan "friends". He turned away. He didn't feel like those pleasures tonight. Scarlett, however, was not to be deterred. She climbed boldly into his lap, before he could protest. She coiled her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him.

"Stop it, Scarlett," Jack said. "Go find someone else to amuse tonight,"

Scarlett considered Jack carefully.

"I ought to slap you," she informed him in her indolent drawl. "But it seems that it's been done for me."

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. Scarlett always managed to interest him. She didn't seem to be born to being a whore, but she had learned remarkably well. She always had something to say.

"Your crew mutinied on you, didn't they?"

Jack turned away. He started feeling some pain again. Maybe not caring was better.

"I'm sorry they did, Jack. But what you need most of the time, Jack Sparrow, is hard a slap in the face."

"Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack corrected automatically.

"Not anymore," Scarlett pointed out brutally.

A bit more feeling returned to Jack's indifferent heart. It still hurt.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she whispered into his ear. "Don't worry, just because you aren't a captain anymore, doesn't mean I won't be just as happy to see you."

"Thanks, Scarlett," Jack said, matching her sarcastic drawl. "It means a lot."

"So, cheer up! Just have some fun. You'll feel much better."

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will. You just need to forget the Pearl for a while."

"I don't care about the Pearl," Jack said, almost believing that he meant it.

"Oh, yes you do! You care. You care very, very much. That's why you're here, trying to drown your woes in rum."

Jack's heart gave a painful throb. At the moment, he hated Scarlett for bringing him back to reality.

"So, are you coming up?" she asked, gesturing to the staircase leading to the upper floors.

There didn't seem to be anything else to do. Jack nodded and let Scarlett put her arm around his shoulders, and steer him upstairs.

A/N: Well, if anyone is reading this, I'm very surprised. My last chapter was a failure, so I don't expect much from this one. By the way, I am not trying to say that Scarlett O'Hara is at all like Tortugan Scarlett. I don't have a very high opinion of Scarlett O'Hara, but it's not that low! Anyways, if anyone liked this, tell me! Review and I'll give you imaginary rum and ice cream!